By Paula Bohince
Again, an ousted child or orphan happens onto a den.
It happens then. Invitation by faun or badger to…
It happens then. Invitation by faun or badger to…
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- By Ann-Margaret LimEvery day is perfect, if
when you wake, you hear birds
in the garden, in the yard. Birds
up and down, ushering… - By Jane ZwartWhen death comes, final and novel—
the trick cul-de-sac or burst dam, a door
that opening erases or shutting… - By Daniel HalpernThe redolence of rose and new road.
The attar of grass, recently cut.
The fish-whiff of anchovy.
The spinning… - By Oak MorseGot to gala glaze lavender my pansy hoist my symphony
little gal Fauntleroy in ultra dire
cootie yuntra… - By Jane FlettLast night, at the excavation: pig wine & a searchlight moon. We watched seven equidistant stars make…
- By Maxine Hong KingstonTranslated By Chun Yu哦，而詩人跨越永恆的
距離。完美的讀者，即使千年
之後，也會到來。詩歌也可
藉由願望抵達千年前的讀者。
李白和杜甫，幸運的海龜，
在有生之年找到了彼此。哦，這是
中國時間和中國詩人的希望。但你
不必是詩人；你… - By Maxine Hong KingstonOh, but Poet crosses eternal
distances. Perfect reader, come though 1,000
years from now. Poem can also… - By Magda PortalTranslated By Kathleen WeaverI'm a sea since I could never have been a river
An unchanneled sea
of green merriments
and solitary depths… - By Henry Wadsworth LongfellowUnder a spreading chestnut-tree
The village smithy stands;
The smith, a mighty man is he,
With large… - By avery r. younga•ver•y (ā ver'ē), n. dark(iss) ¹blk-male chile foundate(id) in luv unlimit(id) fuc(k) anthem(s). ²jee…
- By Robert HaydenAt Dunbar, Castle or Arcade
we rode with the exotic sheik
through deserts of erotic flowers;
held in the… - By William OlsenObservation isn’t serious play. It is living serious. Same heron. It’s used to us, we are as twilight…
- By W. S. MerwinLate in May as the light lengthens
toward summer the young goldfinches
flutter down through the day for… - By Arvind Krishna MehrotraSet with raindrops, displayed
between the king’s mantle and the litchi tree,
was the cobweb I almost walked… - By James JoyceHe travels after a winter sun,
Urging the cattle along a cold red road,
Calling to them, a voice they … - By James JoyceFrail the white rose and frail are
Her hands that gave
Whose soul is sere and paler
Than time's wan wave… - By Thomas TraherneI saw new Worlds beneath the Water ly,
New Peeple; yea, another Sky
And Sun, which seen by Day
Might things… - By Ada LimónIs it okay to begin with the obvious? I am full of stones—
is it okay not to look out this window, but to look out another?
A mentor once said, You can't start a poem... - By Ada LimónI pass the feeder and yell, Grackle party! And then an hour later I yell, Mourning dove afterparty! (I call the feeder the party and the seed on the ground the afterparty.) I am getting so good at watching that...